To my International Best Friend,
It’s been nearly two years since we last saw each other. I remember within the first months of keeping in touch how you were doubtful that we would stay in contact. I couldn’t blame you. It seemed impossible to remain in touch with no practical way of seeing one another. You in Toronto and me in Philadelphia.
Looking back on those first couple months everything was hard to tell. Now, the odds are in our favor. We talk every day. Day in and day out. And as the months flew by we grew closer. You were there when I needed you. You listened and gave a different perspective on things. When school started we would go from 6 a.m. to eleven because I would always fall asleep first. We would Skype because and have to deal with the lousy reception.
Senior year was a big year for us. We both had our own lives but it didn't feel that way. I knew your schedule and you knew mine. Our friends knew who the other was. You were there when I was dealing with a breakup, freaking out about colleges, and even just to hear about my day and how it went. And the fact that you just so happen to go to college in the same state as me is pretty cool.
You accepted my persistent and often times annoying personality. You genuinely cared and you never failed to reassure me of that. I can’t even begin to describe how important you are to me now. I can’t even imagine life not knowing you. You had said once how crazy it was that (in the beginning) we barely knew each other and yet there seemed to be this bond. It’s like we’ve known one another all our lives.
I love the look on peoples’ faces when I say that I still talk to you. The shock mixed with surprise shows the rarity of our relationship. I got to be honest. I’m just as surprised. How is it that we’ve managed to only grow closer rather than apart?
What you don’t know is the loneliness I felt at times. Despite having a lot of friends and surrounded by many loved ones you were the one I wished were there the most. It seemed that no one other than you would understand what I felt. You always knew just what to say to make me feel better. And no matter how many miles stand between us that will never change.
We’ve had our fights and our moments, our ups and downs, but no matter what you’ll always be the boy in the striped tank to me.
I can’t wait for you to come to Philly! You’re arrival will be a statement in itself. You better know that I already have the week mapped out and there’s no doubt in my mind that you’ll love it.
See you in January!
XOXO,
Your Other Half